Heh, heh, heh, heh….Hello….I'm Beyond Birthday….I'm using my dear sweet girl's account, BeyondLawlietBeyondCompare, but I assure you that this is the real BB. She's sooo nice…ha, ha, ha, ha….This is not a ask Beyond Birthday fan fic….I could give less than a damn about answering your questions…not that I hate you…I just don't give a fuck….
To all my fans I say this…I am a psychopath….plain and simple….do you know the euphoria that comes with taking a life? I still to this day get chills when I think about how beautifully the pale moonlight illuminated Believe Bridesmaid's corpse and how I savored his velvet crimson blood on my tongue….the way the rays bounced off the blade of my knife…By the way…do you know what I did with Quarter Queen's missing limbs?
I ate them.
Kya ha ha ha ha….you read that right….I am a cannibal…contrary to what you've heard or believe about me…I'm a sick bastard…and you're probably sicker for 'loving' me… but I digress…
So I guess you wonder what exactly is this about…well it's a journal of sorts….it's a look into the life of the world's greatest serial killer….I'm not going to go into too great of detail about myself...mostly tell you about other crimes I've committed prior to and after (yes, I've committed more crimes after being caught)….it's a chronicle of my past discrepancies….a living legacy of my evil and vile ways…
First things first.
My current…heh heh…'residence' is at the Agnews Insane Asylum in Santa Clara. Where I've become more of a nut than I ever was…ha ha ha ha ha! I shit you not…So pull up a comfy chair and fresh jar of jam and take a look inside the mind of The World's Greatest Serial Killer, Beyond Birthday. Kya ha ha ha !